I am Thompson Boy

I used to like weddings alot. I suppose there's always this image of beautiful and happy people celebrating, laughing and drinking to something that is almost magical and that has stuck with me for many years. But not anyone. At the rate people are getting divorce not too long after a super expensive wedding is like crazy. I personally know of a few who has walked down the aisle and walked into the divorce lawyer's room after that. So where's the magic anymore? Where's the sanctity of the marriage institution anymore? Well at least for the weekend, I am not asking the question. After all, it's none of my business and all I have to do is attend such functions with a fabulous do and be ready for lots of fun as I will see some old friends and that I did, indeed. With all the flowers, pretty dresses and clothes, some (bad) and nice speeches here and there, I can imagine why people go down that path. At least once in their lifetime. After all, everything is an experience

H&M Singapore. Terrible. Too small. Not enough stuff. Crappy selection. Crappy prices. Waste of time. Thanks. Don't be fooled by the hype and the 'paid' bloggers. Of course my sister have to rub it in and told me the store on 5th Avenue is better. Right, I've never been to NYC. So the best so far for me was Hong Kong. UK wasnt bad but I couldn't remember, it's been too long.

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Celup - not a very nice name that Malaysian, mainly Malay use to call people with mix parentage Li - Backyard Medicines/Grow Your Own Drugs James Wong Born in London to a British mother and Malaysian father, Wong was raised in Singapore and Malaysia. Upon being awarded an academic scholarship, he returned to the UK in 1999 to study at the University of Bath. He then trained at the Royal Botanical Gardens, Kew, and the University of Kent, gaining a Master of Science degree in Ethnobotany, graduating with distinction. History - Hidden Cities Anthony Morse My American dad was born in Myanmar because my grandparents worked there before moving to Chiang Mai. Then my dad met my mum, who belongs to the Rawang ethnic group, who mostly live in Myanmar and southern China. She came from Myanmar to Chiang Mai when she was only 17. They fell in love and got married before my father moved to California to study. I was born in America. Yummy. Both are definitely down my alley and my lane. Nice stubbl

So the weekend is around the corner, besides putting your hands up I think it's good to have your legs up in the air. Put your legs up in the air...put your legs up in the air. Sure I talk about being a little prudent when it comes to sex but only on the details of how much I share about my sex life, I think it's ok to talk about it in general. Sex is good. But my sex, it's private. Put your legs up in the air...put your legs up in the air. Photo credit: 420bate.blogspot.com (NSFW)

Good grief, I've been really busy and not thinking about anything else but it seems like whenever I am busy, the impulse to max those cards are getting worst and worst. Some people eat, someone smoke, I just want to buy everything. Grrrrr..... I really can't wait for the weekend.

Been searching and buying books and this is something light for the afternoon - Hector and the Search for Happiness .... Happiness is having the means to do exactly what I like, whenever and whatever.

It's been awhile. So busy after coming back from holiday. Something is cooking. You'll see soon.

Hands that gave up and want to strangle cause the stupid project is killing everyone and everything last week. And hands that held the glass and bang them while shouting cheers. The same hands who touched tons of books while flipping through everything to find the best during the Big Bad Wolf Book Sale. Also hands that waved to the guards while apologising to him because it's not his fault, he is just doing his job and he doesn't deserved to be shouted at. And hands that pass food around, held on to more drinks and glasses, toast the birthday boy and girl and thanked the generous hostess.

How beautiful is this? The Sum of All Beards from Tubecrush.net

Don't know about you but more often than not, I caught myself being the green eyed monster that I could be whenever I see, hear or read about something better for someone. It could be someone getting someone, someone getting some, getting more money, travel more, do more and basically perceived as better off as compared to me. This perception is purely my own of course because if I look at it from other angles, I ain't that bad. That's the thing about life, it's so easier to be jealous and wishing that you could be living that so called charmed life that you always wanted and yet I think little about the sacrifice and also the hurdle along the way that one must cross. I was envious of this bunch of Singaporean bloggers who can afford all the fabulousity but secretly I laughed over their dramas of taking public transport - it's no fun carryin a Fendi bag if you gotta share it with a truckload of people, some who can be quite smelly. At least I have my good o'le f

Pictured above (from style.com)are two of the pioneer photographer of street styling who went on to be mini celebrity themselves. Are they nothing about papz with fashion sense or guilty of breeding this new wave of nonsensical dressing? I totally agree with them about the "try hards working overtime to get photographed" and "don't find what they wear inspiring" Look at the whack girl... I've been to one and seen many pictures from the so called local chic flea market and have seen fashion from the rubbish to simply annoying. While it's nice to see Malaysian experimenting, I think at the end of the day, it's all about personal style and not trying too hard.